Chapter 16

I cleaned up the mess I’d left on Conor’s stomach, and as I did so, his prick responded. Good, I wasn’t entirely done with him yet. I needed to find out if he’d fuck like Quinn, or something far better. Conor removed my tampon, wrapped it in tissues and threw it in the trash.

It was far better. Conor showed a lot of skill as a lover, but I suppose that was also tied to being experienced. Even though he’d only been fucking for six years, (he’d matured at seven years of age, I asked), werewolves often fucked two or more times a day. That gave him years worth of experience compared to most humans. And his cock was the largest I’d ever fucked before. It fit inside of me so beautifully. He was not rough at all, quite tender, as a matter of fact. I could easily claim he was the best male lover I’d ever had. And the fact I didn’t have to worry about diseases from him meant we could fuck without a condom, another bonus. I loved the feeling of skin against skin. I had a lot of orgasms